All Points Bulletin!
It was a poem, and it went something like:
The years were climbing over him like wee, red ants.
WHO WROTE THIS? HOW DID IT GO?
Google is worthless sometimes.
Yes, it's my birthday.
Don't worry.
I swear I can only see one ant from here, and it looks quite friendly.
The years were climbing over him like wee, red ants.
WHO WROTE THIS? HOW DID IT GO?
Google is worthless sometimes.
Yes, it's my birthday.
Don't worry.
I swear I can only see one ant from here, and it looks quite friendly.
posted by Jeanne at 17:03
13 Comments:
Happiest of birthdays to you, Jeanne!
Hope you manage to enjoy all things today, on the day of your birth. It is worth celebrating ;)
Thank you, and thank you.
Oh, and Ms. Duff,
Thank you for the menagerie, too.
ms.ts.duff?
Yes, t.s.duff to you missy...
A belated happy birthday to you, Jeanne!
There's a new novel out in which all the characters are ants. It's about the rise and fall of their supercolony. Seriously. I forget what it's called.
Benjie,
And a belated thanks to you.
Is it called Ant Farm?
sorry I don't know the day of your birth... ;( Happy Birthday!
Just dropping in to say hey - how is your summer garden growing? Mine is growing - WEEDS!
Terry,
I'm late late late this year. I was away for a while at a crucial point, and things aren't cooperating much either. But I haven't given up yet.
Jeanne,
That link to Knopfler & Harris was marvellous.
Thanks!
Just wondering how you are these days. Get anything published yet? Greetings from sunny California - long time no hear! Cheers Jeanne - hope you are well. Your troll postcard still adorns my kitchen wall.
Terry
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